My father started to tap me for the Farmers’ Almanacâ„¢ job when I was seven years old. At the time, he told me that if I became Editor, I would live to be at least 86 years of age, or at least that was the case with the first five editors. When I graduated Villa Nova and entered the family business, I thought long and hard about becoming the Editor. After all, my dad had huge success with the publication, and it seemed like he would go on forever. I just didn’t know if I fit the bill of being a “Philom.”.
When I started reading the mail that would flood into our offices, I began to realize that for many people, the Farmers’ Almanac was a trusted friend and a way of life. Many times we would hear from someone who would say, “Before I die, I want to tell you how much I’ve enjoyed your publication”. Others would submit their favorite jokes, hints and recipes as a way to share with the public at large.
Yesterday, I was delighted to revisit the feelings of why I became Editor when Laura, Hazel and their dad, Howard, visited the Farmers’ Almanac headquarters. Howard is a veteran of World War II, has held a number of careers, and is 91 years of age. Laura and Hazel plan trips throughout the United States and love taking pictures and seeing the many aspects of our country.
Laura called me last week indicating that they would be coming to Acadia National Park, and that her dad would love to visit the Farmers’ Almanac. Howard is not a gardener, but he loves the wit and the wisdom and many of the stories we’ve published and he’s read throughout his 91 years. Here’s a picture of us in the Almanac room, and it gives me an opportunity to extend an invitation to stop by during your vacation to Maine.